Posted on: Friday, August 16, 2002
Hawai'i fan of the King still 'loves him tender'
By Tanya Bricking
Advertiser Staff Writer
The diminutive, gray-haired woman gazes at The King with a look of rapt devotion. She's pointing to an album cover "Elvis: Aloha From Hawaii."
"See that lei on his neck? That's mine," says Lovely Lovelyline Penaroza Kwock. The lei is made of red plastic plumeria. It was Saturday, Jan. 13, 1973. Kwock was working that night. No time to pick up a real one before Elvis' concert, broadcast around the world via satellite from Hawai'i.
She whips out a "TV Guide" from Jan. 13-19, 2001, with Elvis on the cover. There's the lei again.
There's more. A white chiffon scarf Elvis threw to her in 1972 at a concert at the old Honolulu International Center. Three-dollar ticket stubs from a 1961 concert at Bloch Arena. A dried-out tissue that was once soaked with Elvis' sweat. Sand Elvis stepped on. Letters from Elvis that came in a ratio of 365 letters from her for every four of his.
Want to see some of her 85 scrapbooks? Her husband, Donald, will allow her to display only an 8-by-10-inch Elvis family portrait. Well, out in the open, anyway. A bedroom in their Makiki home is dedicated to Elvis.
Her husband understands. After all, he let her name their daughter Alvis.
Lovely Kwock has had this obsession for some time. She's in love with Elvis. Has been since she was 17.
Twenty-five years after his death, she's still all shook up.
Today, she will mourn his death. Again.
"Nobody better call me on the phone. I won't answer," said Kwock, who turned 64 this week.
It's been 47 years since she first heard "Heartbreak Hotel" on the radio in Hilo and wrote the first of more than 7,000 letters to The King.
"I'll stay home and watch his movies and moan, feel sad," she said.
"I'm going to be rockin' and rollin', too. When I'm down, depressed, I play his music. I have a bum knee, but I can still rock 'n' roll."
Suspicious minds might question her adulation. Tom Moffatt understands it.
Moffatt, a veteran show promoter and disc jockey who began playing Elvis tunes when he had a radio show called "Uncle Tom's Cabin," remembers the girl with the lovely name who used to call in to the station every few days to request Elvis songs.
That was 1955. Kwock kept calling, even years later.
He calls Lovely Kwock the No. 1 Elvis fan in Hawai'i.
"There have been Elvis fans who come and go," he said, "But through the years, she's been the most avid."
She's still a member of the Blue Hawaiians for Elvis fan club, now based in Los Angeles. There was a time when she belonged to more than 50 Elvis fan clubs around the world. But the other fans stopped writing her back, so she cut down on her memberships.
Kwock never had a date with The King. Never had much more than a peck on the cheek when she'd be invited to arranged photo opportunities. She has never been to Graceland, where tens of thousands of fans are leaving notes and lighting candles today for the cultural icon who collapsed in his bathroom on Aug. 16, 1977, and died at age 42 from a heart attack brought on by drugs he'd taken.
But Kwock still dreams of what might have been.
She will watch the spectacle of the 25th anniversary of Elvis' death on television. She will collect more magazine articles that uphold him as a crucial symbol of musical integration and an icon as American as Coke and cheeseburgers.
For Kwock, it's something more personal. Thinking about Elvis means remembering the way he smelled (like Aramis cologne), the way she felt when she heard his songs (thrilled), the way he looked standing on the beach with his guitar (manly, and full of promise) and the way he made her feel like dancing.
"I still have Elvis in my heart," she said. "Elvis lives with me."
Reach Tanya Bricking at tbricking@honoluluadvertiser.com or 525-8026.